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June- August, 2015 Charleston to Solomons

Disgraceful.  Commit
to Monday Messages, and then don’t do ‘em. 
And so now it is time for a major catch-up.

We did get to the Chesapeake!  And a month ago I wrote a lengthy travelogue, and then lost it by closing the silly thing without saving.  Who does that???  Needless to say, it is taking awhile to get
back in the swing of this thing, but I’ve very nearly let go of my anger and
frustration, so will begin again.   (I
know, you didn’t really need to know all that, but I needed to write it down
for posterity.)  

We zipped up to Myrtle Beach from Charleston—stopped at
our favorite place, Barefoot Landing (great ice cream).  Sad to say, just before docking we pulled far
to the right side of the channel to allow a big boat to pass, and heard the
awful scraping sound of rocks that were NOT far enough under our keel!  Happily there was no damage that hurt the
boats ability to work, so we continued on the next morning  to Southport, then
across the Cape Fear River, and back to another favorite—Swan’s Point Marina
in Sneads Ferry, NC.
There is new management at Swan’s Point—Tina Turner and her
mom.  They are making much needed
improvements, and we wish them well! Hop, skip and jump thru the Marine’s Camp LeJune practice firing range—nobody was shooting at or around us—and next thing you know
we’d rounded the Morehead City bend, and zipped up to Oriental. At 8 miles an hour.  :-) Stopped at Whittaker Landing this time—a
new marina for us, and found Knute to be a great dockmaster.  He even drove me to the new mini-WalMart that
graces Oriental (arrgghh) for a few supplies.

If you’re new to our blog, there are descriptions in
excruciating detail of the East Coast IntraCoastal Waterway back in 2008, 2009,
2010 and 2011 postings. Since then, our cruising has been on the west coast of
FL, and the inland rivers.   I’m highlighting
here, but must say that we really were enjoying cruising through familiar
waters, stopping with old friends and making new ones!

 

One of the many spring Thunderstorms!
Neuss River, BelHaven, Alligator Pungo Canal, Alligator
River, and then came decision time.  It
was late in the day, the water was smooth as silk, and we had to cross the
Albamarle Sound. Hmmmmm. Stay with Miss Wanda at the Alligator River Marina, or
cross the smooth-as-silk Sound and reach the opposite shore in the dark.  We chose to stop before dark (Fred’s Rule
#2), knowing that the next morning the wind would not be our friend.

Turned out to be a hoot! 
Sure enough, the wind was whipping and the water roiling (don’t get to
use that word very often.:-) )   We left
early—along with PROUD MARY,  who
pulled out ahead of us (ahem) and then jumped into our wake as the water got
lumpy. 
Poor PROUD MARY rockin’ and rollin’ in Albamarle Sound!

  It was rough enough to tip over
the Aero-Garden (oh, I was supposed to put the bungie cord back on after all
this quiet time?  Oops.) and Fred’s
navigational trick—turning east toward Coinjack rather than heading for our
planned destination in Elizabeth City –made only a moderate improvement in the
ride.   PROUD MARY’s skipper told us they
wouldn’t consider turning back, as his wife “wanted to be sure someone knew
where the bodies were”.  No worries, we
finally reached  the lee of the land, hung a left, and motated into Eliz. City, where
PROUD MARY, alive and well, stopped for the day.

Next stop for us was the Dismal Swamp!  Had a brief wait for the lock at South Mills,
and we soon slid into the Visitor’s Center.  There was no room on the dock, so we rafted to the
unusually outfitted Kadey Krogen, MANATEE– just in time for happy hour! 
MANATEE in the Dismal Swamp

First time we’ve met Ted and Sarah.  Their cruising is a spiral—they are doing
the Great Loop for (I believe,) the 22nd time this year!  Tragically, I lost a million dollar bet with
Sarah because I foolishly believed that HAPPY CLAMZ was a Great Harbour Trawler, not a Krogen Manatee, as Doug and
Leslie are traveling with Great Harbour SEVEN TENTHS.  The two boats are a day ahead of us, and on their way to
the GHTA Rendezvous.  I was sure HC was a
GH, and Sarah phoned Leslie to prove me wrong! 
Paid the debt with ½ a cantaloupe that Sarah said “tasted like a million
bucks!”

We caught up with the above mentioned trawlers the next day
in Portsmouth, VA, and docked  (in the North Basin) and dined (at the
Commodore Theater—bucket list check!) 
with Doug, Leslie, Henry and Debby. 
Fun.

Our next stop was to be hauled at Ocean Marine in Portsmouth
to check the props.  Sure enough, the
starboard prop was badly bent, and the rudder banged up a bit as well. 
Dings in a propeller are NOT a good thing!

 As it
was Tuesday, and we had to wait until Friday to get the props back from the
repairman, we decided to make a run to St. Pete and pick up the car!  Found a cheap flight via Miami, and got to
the airport by taxi in plenty of time. 
Plenty of time.  Some sort of
issue with the airplane’s windshield prevented take off until we’d missed our
connection in Miami, so the Airline gave us a hotel room, and at 5:30 the next morning we
were headed for St. Pete.  Chatted at and
checked out the newly re-done St. Pete Municipal Marina Office, got a USA Today at the Hampton
Inn, and headed north.  An overnight in
Bluffton, SC, and Thursday we were checked into the hotel overlooking that free
dock at the North Basin.

The boat was ready on Friday, but it was 2pm before we got
docked at the N. Basin, so we accepted the BOGO Lunch offer we’d received the
night before at the Marina restaurant, and Saturday morning headed out.

 

Message board at the restaurant.  I like it!
We made it an easy day and stopped at Hampton Roads before
noon.  After a delicious afternoon rain I
went to the Farm Fresh Market (yum) and that was our day!  Sunday was Flag Day, and the big flag went up
to celebrate.  There was lots of boat traffic in the Bay around
Thimble Shoals and Mobjack Bay, and by 2:30 we were happy to arrive at
Deltaville.  The temp was 81 degrees with 100%
humidity—and it is only mid-June!

We tied up at the Norview Marina (again a new-to-us-stop)
and discovered INSANDITY was our neighbor.  This Great Harbour N-37 was PELICAN with its’
former owners. Enjoyed meeting and chatting with Chuck and Joyce. 
YOUNG AMERICA & INSANDITY at Deltaville

Monday was a 90 degree day, so we took a day off with
a/c.  Went for a dinghy ride when it
cooled a bit, and just relaxed.   Tuesday
morning, as we headed into the Chesapeake, SHINGABISS hailed us on the
radio.  Liz and Steve had come into
Deltaville the night before….

The Chesapeake was calm, and we had an easy run to the mouth
of the Potomac.  At  2:30 we’d turned into the St. Mary’s River,
where the Great Harbour Rendezvous was scheduled at the Corinthian Yacht Club.
The dock was alive with GH owners, and we pulled into a slip where we would stay for a week.

Had a really good time hanging out with our fellow Great
Harbour boaters—business meeting, winery tour, concert at St. Mary’s, good
food, camaraderie and all that jazz! 
Sunday morning we piled into a rental car with Joe and Punk  (CAROLYN ANN) and drove to Portsmouth to bring
our car the rest of the way to where we are—or will be! What great friends are
they!  Had a good lunch together at the
Gosport Tavern in P’mouth, then drove two cars to Solomons, MD—our final
destination for the boat—and Joe and Punk returned us to YOUNG AMERICA.  Whew!

For those who are map oriented, the GHTA Rendezvous was at a
yacht club off the St. Mary’s River—first stop on the Maryland side of the
Potomac.  The Patuxent River is the next
major river flowing into the Chesapeake Bay north of the Potomac.  Solomons (and now YOUNG AMERICA as well as
our car) is at the south end of the Patuxent. 
We are now, and have been since June 22, at the Marina behind the
Holiday Inn in Solomons, on the same dock we lived on in 2011 when we were
here.

Becda & Casey have a dinghy ride with Grandad Fred
There is a lot to like here. 
We have hotel privileges—free morning coffee, USA Today every day,
gorgeous big swimming pool, workout center with sauna, and Isaac’s restaurant.  The Library, barbershop, nail salon and Maritime
Museum are within easy walking distance. There is a UU Congregation 15 minutes
away, and a movie theater 20 minutes in the other direction.  Chris and Jen live just 1-1/2 hours away—  There are plenty of
good restaurants and a market with fresh seafood—we bought a dozen steamed
crabs and learned how to take them apart—and new friends in boats tied up on
the dock and old friends passing through. 
Not to mention Geoff, Amy and Pete stopping on their way to their new
posting at Carlyle, PA—the Army War College. 
Geoff, Amy & Pete came for dinner.  Great to have them in the US

It is all good.

I
went to book club at Jen’s house, and she and the kids have come down to spend
a day on the water!

So, of course, we left, and drove to New York.  As I was born in a year that ends in a 0, July 2015 provided a milestone birthday for me! 
The good news is that I am now old enough that I no longer have to take off my shoes at the
airport!  Fred and the girls very
generously planned and executed a fabulous Birthday Party for me!  
It was held at the UUCRT, and with Ada’s Selfie Studio about 60 folks were photographed as they arrived.Grandchildren helped with nametags and
serving; there was great food, wonderful background music, and  cake and ice cream after the reading of the
Desiderata and Let if be a Dance (words I’ve lived by).  Coincidentally, the UU had a brand new
Labyrinth built into the lawn outside for folks to explore.  It was a spectacular afternoon!  I’m incredibly blessed—and looking forward
with gratitude to many more happy years!

We are now back in Solomons, enjoying the most relaxing boat
time we’ve had in a long time.  No deadlines,
no major boat work.  Sunny days and
pleasant evenings!  And air conditioning!

 

My sister sent us a quilt she made!  Really brightens up the stateroom!
Will catch up again when we return from San Diego—US Power
Squadron meeting the end of this month.

Until then, be well, remember to breathe, and thanks for
stopping by!

 

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June- August, 2015 Charleston to Solomons

Disgraceful.  Commit
to Monday Messages, and then don’t do ‘em. 
And so now it is time for a major catch-up.

We did get to the Chesapeake!  And a month ago I wrote a lengthy travelogue, and then lost it by closing the silly thing without saving.  Who does that???  Needless to say, it is taking awhile to get
back in the swing of this thing, but I’ve very nearly let go of my anger and
frustration, so will begin again.   (I
know, you didn’t really need to know all that, but I needed to write it down
for posterity.)  

We zipped up to Myrtle Beach from Charleston—stopped at
our favorite place, Barefoot Landing (great ice cream).  Sad to say, just before docking we pulled far
to the right side of the channel to allow a big boat to pass, and heard the
awful scraping sound of rocks that were NOT far enough under our keel!  Happily there was no damage that hurt the
boats ability to work, so we continued on the next morning  to Southport, then
across the Cape Fear River, and back to another favorite—Swan’s Point Marina
in Sneads Ferry, NC.
There is new management at Swan’s Point—Tina Turner and her
mom.  They are making much needed
improvements, and we wish them well! Hop, skip and jump thru the Marine’s Camp LeJune practice firing range—nobody was shooting at or around us—and next thing you know
we’d rounded the Morehead City bend, and zipped up to Oriental. At 8 miles an hour.  :-) Stopped at Whittaker Landing this time—a
new marina for us, and found Knute to be a great dockmaster.  He even drove me to the new mini-WalMart that
graces Oriental (arrgghh) for a few supplies.

If you’re new to our blog, there are descriptions in
excruciating detail of the East Coast IntraCoastal Waterway back in 2008, 2009,
2010 and 2011 postings. Since then, our cruising has been on the west coast of
FL, and the inland rivers.   I’m highlighting
here, but must say that we really were enjoying cruising through familiar
waters, stopping with old friends and making new ones!

 

One of the many spring Thunderstorms!
Neuss River, BelHaven, Alligator Pungo Canal, Alligator
River, and then came decision time.  It
was late in the day, the water was smooth as silk, and we had to cross the
Albamarle Sound. Hmmmmm. Stay with Miss Wanda at the Alligator River Marina, or
cross the smooth-as-silk Sound and reach the opposite shore in the dark.  We chose to stop before dark (Fred’s Rule
#2), knowing that the next morning the wind would not be our friend.

Turned out to be a hoot! 
Sure enough, the wind was whipping and the water roiling (don’t get to
use that word very often.:-) )   We left
early—along with PROUD MARY,  who
pulled out ahead of us (ahem) and then jumped into our wake as the water got
lumpy. 
Poor PROUD MARY rockin’ and rollin’ in Albamarle Sound!

  It was rough enough to tip over
the Aero-Garden (oh, I was supposed to put the bungie cord back on after all
this quiet time?  Oops.) and Fred’s
navigational trick—turning east toward Coinjack rather than heading for our
planned destination in Elizabeth City –made only a moderate improvement in the
ride.   PROUD MARY’s skipper told us they
wouldn’t consider turning back, as his wife “wanted to be sure someone knew
where the bodies were”.  No worries, we
finally reached  the lee of the land, hung a left, and motated into Eliz. City, where
PROUD MARY, alive and well, stopped for the day.

Next stop for us was the Dismal Swamp!  Had a brief wait for the lock at South Mills,
and we soon slid into the Visitor’s Center.  There was no room on the dock, so we rafted to the
unusually outfitted Kadey Krogen, MANATEE– just in time for happy hour! 
MANATEE in the Dismal Swamp

First time we’ve met Ted and Sarah.  Their cruising is a spiral—they are doing
the Great Loop for (I believe,) the 22nd time this year!  Tragically, I lost a million dollar bet with
Sarah because I foolishly believed that HAPPY CLAMZ was a Great Harbour Trawler, not a Krogen Manatee, as Doug and
Leslie are traveling with Great Harbour SEVEN TENTHS.  The two boats are a day ahead of us, and on their way to
the GHTA Rendezvous.  I was sure HC was a
GH, and Sarah phoned Leslie to prove me wrong! 
Paid the debt with ½ a cantaloupe that Sarah said “tasted like a million
bucks!”

We caught up with the above mentioned trawlers the next day
in Portsmouth, VA, and docked  (in the North Basin) and dined (at the
Commodore Theater—bucket list check!) 
with Doug, Leslie, Henry and Debby. 
Fun.

Our next stop was to be hauled at Ocean Marine in Portsmouth
to check the props.  Sure enough, the
starboard prop was badly bent, and the rudder banged up a bit as well. 
Dings in a propeller are NOT a good thing!

 As it
was Tuesday, and we had to wait until Friday to get the props back from the
repairman, we decided to make a run to St. Pete and pick up the car!  Found a cheap flight via Miami, and got to
the airport by taxi in plenty of time. 
Plenty of time.  Some sort of
issue with the airplane’s windshield prevented take off until we’d missed our
connection in Miami, so the Airline gave us a hotel room, and at 5:30 the next morning we
were headed for St. Pete.  Chatted at and
checked out the newly re-done St. Pete Municipal Marina Office, got a USA Today at the Hampton
Inn, and headed north.  An overnight in
Bluffton, SC, and Thursday we were checked into the hotel overlooking that free
dock at the North Basin.

The boat was ready on Friday, but it was 2pm before we got
docked at the N. Basin, so we accepted the BOGO Lunch offer we’d received the
night before at the Marina restaurant, and Saturday morning headed out.

 

Message board at the restaurant.  I like it!
We made it an easy day and stopped at Hampton Roads before
noon.  After a delicious afternoon rain I
went to the Farm Fresh Market (yum) and that was our day!  Sunday was Flag Day, and the big flag went up
to celebrate.  There was lots of boat traffic in the Bay around
Thimble Shoals and Mobjack Bay, and by 2:30 we were happy to arrive at
Deltaville.  The temp was 81 degrees with 100%
humidity—and it is only mid-June!

We tied up at the Norview Marina (again a new-to-us-stop)
and discovered INSANDITY was our neighbor.  This Great Harbour N-37 was PELICAN with its’
former owners. Enjoyed meeting and chatting with Chuck and Joyce. 
YOUNG AMERICA & INSANDITY at Deltaville

Monday was a 90 degree day, so we took a day off with
a/c.  Went for a dinghy ride when it
cooled a bit, and just relaxed.   Tuesday
morning, as we headed into the Chesapeake, SHINGABISS hailed us on the
radio.  Liz and Steve had come into
Deltaville the night before….

The Chesapeake was calm, and we had an easy run to the mouth
of the Potomac.  At  2:30 we’d turned into the St. Mary’s River,
where the Great Harbour Rendezvous was scheduled at the Corinthian Yacht Club.
The dock was alive with GH owners, and we pulled into a slip where we would stay for a week.

Had a really good time hanging out with our fellow Great
Harbour boaters—business meeting, winery tour, concert at St. Mary’s, good
food, camaraderie and all that jazz! 
Sunday morning we piled into a rental car with Joe and Punk  (CAROLYN ANN) and drove to Portsmouth to bring
our car the rest of the way to where we are—or will be! What great friends are
they!  Had a good lunch together at the
Gosport Tavern in P’mouth, then drove two cars to Solomons, MD—our final
destination for the boat—and Joe and Punk returned us to YOUNG AMERICA.  Whew!

For those who are map oriented, the GHTA Rendezvous was at a
yacht club off the St. Mary’s River—first stop on the Maryland side of the
Potomac.  The Patuxent River is the next
major river flowing into the Chesapeake Bay north of the Potomac.  Solomons (and now YOUNG AMERICA as well as
our car) is at the south end of the Patuxent. 
We are now, and have been since June 22, at the Marina behind the
Holiday Inn in Solomons, on the same dock we lived on in 2011 when we were
here.

Becda & Casey have a dinghy ride with Grandad Fred
There is a lot to like here. 
We have hotel privileges—free morning coffee, USA Today every day,
gorgeous big swimming pool, workout center with sauna, and Isaac’s restaurant.  The Library, barbershop, nail salon and Maritime
Museum are within easy walking distance. There is a UU Congregation 15 minutes
away, and a movie theater 20 minutes in the other direction.  Chris and Jen live just 1-1/2 hours away—  There are plenty of
good restaurants and a market with fresh seafood—we bought a dozen steamed
crabs and learned how to take them apart—and new friends in boats tied up on
the dock and old friends passing through. 
Not to mention Geoff, Amy and Pete stopping on their way to their new
posting at Carlyle, PA—the Army War College. 
Geoff, Amy & Pete came for dinner.  Great to have them in the US

It is all good.

I
went to book club at Jen’s house, and she and the kids have come down to spend
a day on the water!

So, of course, we left, and drove to New York.  As I was born in a year that ends in a 0, July 2015 provided a milestone birthday for me! 
The good news is that I am now old enough that I no longer have to take off my shoes at the
airport!  Fred and the girls very
generously planned and executed a fabulous Birthday Party for me!  
It was held at the UUCRT, and with Ada’s Selfie Studio about 60 folks were photographed as they arrived.Grandchildren helped with nametags and
serving; there was great food, wonderful background music, and  cake and ice cream after the reading of the
Desiderata and Let if be a Dance (words I’ve lived by).  Coincidentally, the UU had a brand new
Labyrinth built into the lawn outside for folks to explore.  It was a spectacular afternoon!  I’m incredibly blessed—and looking forward
with gratitude to many more happy years!

We are now back in Solomons, enjoying the most relaxing boat
time we’ve had in a long time.  No deadlines,
no major boat work.  Sunny days and
pleasant evenings!  And air conditioning!

 

My sister sent us a quilt she made!  Really brightens up the stateroom!
Will catch up again when we return from San Diego—US Power
Squadron meeting the end of this month.

Until then, be well, remember to breathe, and thanks for
stopping by!

 

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Ready for Another Trip South

June
30, 2015

It’s
been awhile since this blog was updated. Our routine has been just that,
routine. She has wintered at Harbor Lights Marina and served us well as
our waterfront home, summers at Brewer Greenwich Bay North all in Warwick, RI.

She
is in excellent shape, and Hap Miller our trusty mechanic has helped us to make
sure that all systems are like new. We are tentatively planning to cruise south
to Florida this fall with a final destination of Melbourne, FL. Our insurance
broker was able to negotiate an amendment to our existing policy that allows us
to cruise to Florida, providing that we stay north of the GA-FL line prior to
November 1st. He earned his commission and then some. 
A
familiar refrain is; boaters’ plans are written in Jell-O, and the water isn’t
even boiling yet. After 11 years we know this is very true, but we have an eye
on the horizon anyway.
Stay
tuned, this promises to be an epic trip since we are planning a cruise on the
St. Johns’ River in Florida. That’s been on our list from day one so we’re hoping
it finally happens.

The
picture is The Rose at her slip after launch this spring. Wax and bottom by Jim
Gelcoat and Todd.

                              

Ready for Another Trip South

June 30, 2015

It’s been awhile since this blog was updated. Our routine has been just that, routine. She has wintered at Harbor Lights Marina and served us well as our waterfront home, summers at Brewer Greenwich Bay North all in Warwick, RI.

She is in excellent shape, and Hap Miller our trusty mechanic has helped us to make sure that all systems are like new. We are tentatively planning to cruise south to Florida this fall with a final destination of Melbourne, FL. Our insurance broker was able to negotiate an amendment to our existing policy that allows us to cruise to Florida, providing that we stay north of the GA-FL line prior to November 1st. He earned his commission and then some. A familiar refrain is; boaters’ plans are written in Jell-O, and the water isn’t even boiling yet. After 11 years we know this is very true, but we have an eye on the horizon anyway.
Stay tuned, this promises to be an epic trip since we are planning a cruise on the St. Johns’ River in Florida. That’s been on our list from day one so we’re hoping it finally happens.

The picture is The Rose at her slip after launch this spring. Wax and bottom by Jim Gelcoat and Todd.

                              

Travels of YOUNG AMERICA 2015-06-03 12:28:00

St. Petersburg to Charleston, SC 

First, the davits got done.  Now it is, at least theoretically, possible for Chucky to ride behind the boat and be lowered into the water in a heartbeat.

Once the davits were installed, we left St. Pete   It has now been two weeks and we’ve gone  864 miles. 
That’s over 60 miles a day. 
Considering that one day we went a total of 10 miles, it isn’t bad.

We were two weeks later than
planned leaving St. Pete, so a bit of anxiety was hanging over us.  The worst thing to have when you are boating
is a date sensitive destination!  June 16
(the day the Great Harbour Trawlers Association meeting begins on the Potomac
River in Chesapeake Bay) seemed a whole lot closer then than it does now.  So we will just keep doing what we are
doing—which, I might add, is very much unlike us.  We’ve been underway between 6:30 and 7:00 AM
almost every single day!  Not the way we
cruised for much of our 8 years, but very effective for this trip.

Have had fun times along
the way.  We finally stopped at Marina
Jack in Sarasota.  It’s been a bucket
list item for awhile.  Check.

Kayak rentals, condos, pool—what’s not to like?

South of that, on Captiva Island, we happened
onto T’ween Waters, a neat marina/resort—reminiscent of Banana Bay in the
Keys —with pools and hot tubs and boaters who return and return because they
love the place.  And we may do that, too…

To get from the west coast of
Florida to the east coast involves riding along the Caloosahatchee River (have to
mention it just because I love the name!) crossing Lake Okachobee,  (a shallow lake that can kick up like crazy,
but for our crossing it was a mill pond), and then transiting the St. Lucie
canal to Stuart, FL. Water levels in this waterway are balanced by 5 locks,
and I can’t figure out how they do it.  
About a month ago, we wouldn’t have been allowed into the waterway
because water in Lake Okechobee was too low to maintain a 9 foot depth.  When we passed through, we were taken up a
mere 1 ft. to 1-1/2 foot in each of the first three locks.  Crossed the lake and the lock at Ft. Mayaca
was wide open at both ends.  We simply
drove through with 17 feet of water under the boat.  Then, 25 miles later, we locked down 12 feet
to get back to sea level.   Dunno, but it worked.

We were sad to discover that the  davit on the port side of the boat drooped; it would not hold in the up position, and had to be tied in place.  Plus,

we stopped for the night in a marina that had dockage space for a 37′ boat, but not for the 44′ boat we have become. To resolve both issues, we put Chucky back on top of the boat.  A temporary fix, to be sure.  More to follow.

Memorial Day Weekend signals
the beginning of summer and of the boating season.  Typically, we prefer to be tied up somewhere
when enthusiastic boaters who seem to have more horsepower than common sense
take to the waterways.  
It was too windy for our big holiday flag, so the little flag flew
 at 1/2 staff till noon on Memorial Day to honor our fallen heroes.

From the St.
Lucie lock to Stuart, FL was that place for us this year.  Uffda. 
Big boats, little boats, jetskis, water skiers, small children being
towed in tubs and YOUNG AMERICA, a big lump of fiberglass plodding along in the
channel, being tossed hither and yon by wakes. 
Not pretty.  That was
Saturday.  On Sunday and Monday, we left
our dock at 6:30 am, well before the pleasure boaters came out to play.  Somehow we missed their morning travel, and we
moseyed along happily while they basked in the sun.  By 3 in the afternoon, when it was time for
them all to go home (and more than a few were, no doubt, full of beer) we were
snugly secured in a marina. 

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Ft. Pierce, Cocoa Village, Daytona, JAX Beach, Jeckyll Island—zoom zoom.  That is a tad of humor.  At 8 miles an hour we could hardly be said to ‘zoom’ along…Everything is relative, no?  Hey, sometimes the current pushed us up to TEN miles an hour!!!

YOUNG AMERICA and WHO KNEW tied up at
Kilkenny Creek Marina

At Kilkenny Creek we decided to pass up the anchorage in favor of the Marina there.  Glad we did.  Got to relax in the rocking chairs provided and watch the fishing boats (they caught flounder and big trout!) be lifted out of the water  to their trailers, instead of backing the truck and trailer down a ramp into the water.  Neat.  WHO KNEW came in behind us, and we spent a very pleasant evening with Ted and Amy having dinner at the Marker 107 Restaurant—really, really busy on a Thursday evening.  Who knew?


Speaking of fishermen, one caught our line when the line was holding the boat tied to a dock.  Evidently he tried to haul us in as the line broke off and we ended up with his lure!  At the Charleston Meretime Center, where we docked, a couple of gentlemen caught a 5′ shark.  They kept it alive with a hose while deciding its’ fate.  An hour later, we saw that dinner outweighed tossing him back.




 On the way to Charleston, we ran out of day 5 miles  before we got to the City. The water was aswarm with locals enjoying the balmy weather and we just wanted to stop.  Came across Ross Marine–not a marina, a boatyard, but with a long face dock.  (Non-boaters, a face dock has only water beside it, no pilings to break it up into sections (slips), so no need to worry about how wide the boat is. ) We moseyed in, it looked good, and we spent the night.  Called the next morning to offer to pay, and were told it wasn’t necessary.  That is one set of nice folks we encountered.
Tied up in front of  the sailboat DESIDERATA (a family favorite)
at Ross Marine, 5 miles west of Charleston, SC.

  Another is the young couple driving a runabout out of the Ashapoo-Cooksaw Cutoff–a skinny channel connecting two Rivers with great names!  On our VHF radio, we could hear the two big boats ahead of us decide that the water was too shallow for them, and make other arrangements.  I flagged down the runabout and asked how much water was in the cutoff.  “How much do you need?” was the reply.  When I said 3 feet, the couple in the boat—BLING THANG—very nicely led us through, weaving from side to side to find the deeper water.


2 hours each way from Sumter.  Thanks, Paula!

It was easy to get into Charleston Meretime Center early in the day, and I walked to Harris-Teeter for some fresh foods.  That afternoon, my high school buddy, Paula Howell, drove over from Sumter, SC with her friend Patsy.  Had a lovely dinner at Blossom before sending them home with big big hugs.


On Monday we motored to Butler Island, where Liz and Steve aboard SHINGEBISS  rafted to the side of YOUNG AMERICA so we could have dinner together.  They are friends from the

Loop in 2009 who became our Minneapolis/St.Paul mentors when we went up the Mississippi.   They now have rented out their St. Paul home, and are full time cruisers.  What a treat to spend an evening together.  And Liz taught me how to use my iPad to gather navigating information while cruising!  Kicking and screaming I’m being dragged into the 21st Century!

Steve and Liz relax aboard the ‘new’ SHINGEBISS



So onward, and upward.  We shall mosey along, and be in touch once again.  I’ve now learned to put photos on Facebook–it is actually easier than the blog, but we’ve made this blog a photo journal of our Travels, and so will continue to muddle along with it.  Maybe one day I’ll figure out how to reunite the photos that got separated from text when Google revamped blogspot.  If anyone has a clue, I’d love to hear about it!


Be well, remember to breathe and we’ll talk again!



Travels of YOUNG AMERICA 2015-06-03 11:28:00

St. Petersburg to Charleston, SC 

First, the davits got done.  Now it is, at least theoretically, possible for Chucky to ride behind the boat and be lowered into the water in a heartbeat.

Once the davits were installed, we left St. Pete   It has now been two weeks and we’ve gone  864 miles. 
That’s over 60 miles a day. 
Considering that one day we went a total of 10 miles, it isn’t bad.

We were two weeks later than
planned leaving St. Pete, so a bit of anxiety was hanging over us.  The worst thing to have when you are boating
is a date sensitive destination!  June 16
(the day the Great Harbour Trawlers Association meeting begins on the Potomac
River in Chesapeake Bay) seemed a whole lot closer then than it does now.  So we will just keep doing what we are
doing—which, I might add, is very much unlike us.  We’ve been underway between 6:30 and 7:00 AM
almost every single day!  Not the way we
cruised for much of our 8 years, but very effective for this trip.

Have had fun times along
the way.  We finally stopped at Marina
Jack in Sarasota.  It’s been a bucket
list item for awhile.  Check.

Kayak rentals, condos, pool—what’s not to like?

South of that, on Captiva Island, we happened
onto T’ween Waters, a neat marina/resort—reminiscent of Banana Bay in the
Keys —with pools and hot tubs and boaters who return and return because they
love the place.  And we may do that, too…

To get from the west coast of
Florida to the east coast involves riding along the Caloosahatchee River (have to
mention it just because I love the name!) crossing Lake Okachobee,  (a shallow lake that can kick up like crazy,
but for our crossing it was a mill pond), and then transiting the St. Lucie
canal to Stuart, FL. Water levels in this waterway are balanced by 5 locks,
and I can’t figure out how they do it.  
About a month ago, we wouldn’t have been allowed into the waterway
because water in Lake Okechobee was too low to maintain a 9 foot depth.  When we passed through, we were taken up a
mere 1 ft. to 1-1/2 foot in each of the first three locks.  Crossed the lake and the lock at Ft. Mayaca
was wide open at both ends.  We simply
drove through with 17 feet of water under the boat.  Then, 25 miles later, we locked down 12 feet
to get back to sea level.   Dunno, but it worked.

We were sad to discover that the  davit on the port side of the boat drooped; it would not hold in the up position, and had to be tied in place.  Plus,

we stopped for the night in a marina that had dockage space for a 37′ boat, but not for the 44′ boat we have become. To resolve both issues, we put Chucky back on top of the boat.  A temporary fix, to be sure.  More to follow.

Memorial Day Weekend signals
the beginning of summer and of the boating season.  Typically, we prefer to be tied up somewhere
when enthusiastic boaters who seem to have more horsepower than common sense
take to the waterways.  
It was too windy for our big holiday flag, so the little flag flew
 at 1/2 staff till noon on Memorial Day to honor our fallen heroes.

From the St.
Lucie lock to Stuart, FL was that place for us this year.  Uffda. 
Big boats, little boats, jetskis, water skiers, small children being
towed in tubs and YOUNG AMERICA, a big lump of fiberglass plodding along in the
channel, being tossed hither and yon by wakes. 
Not pretty.  That was
Saturday.  On Sunday and Monday, we left
our dock at 6:30 am, well before the pleasure boaters came out to play.  Somehow we missed their morning travel, and we
moseyed along happily while they basked in the sun.  By 3 in the afternoon, when it was time for
them all to go home (and more than a few were, no doubt, full of beer) we were
snugly secured in a marina. 

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Ft. Pierce, Cocoa Village, Daytona, JAX Beach, Jeckyll Island—zoom zoom.  That is a tad of humor.  At 8 miles an hour we could hardly be said to ‘zoom’ along…Everything is relative, no?  Hey, sometimes the current pushed us up to TEN miles an hour!!!

YOUNG AMERICA and WHO KNEW tied up at
Kilkenny Creek Marina

At Kilkenny Creek we decided to pass up the anchorage in favor of the Marina there.  Glad we did.  Got to relax in the rocking chairs provided and watch the fishing boats (they caught flounder and big trout!) be lifted out of the water  to their trailers, instead of backing the truck and trailer down a ramp into the water.  Neat.  WHO KNEW came in behind us, and we spent a very pleasant evening with Ted and Amy having dinner at the Marker 107 Restaurant—really, really busy on a Thursday evening.  Who knew?


Speaking of fishermen, one caught our line when the line was holding the boat tied to a dock.  Evidently he tried to haul us in as the line broke off and we ended up with his lure!  At the Charleston Meretime Center, where we docked, a couple of gentlemen caught a 5′ shark.  They kept it alive with a hose while deciding its’ fate.  An hour later, we saw that dinner outweighed tossing him back.




 On the way to Charleston, we ran out of day 5 miles  before we got to the City. The water was aswarm with locals enjoying the balmy weather and we just wanted to stop.  Came across Ross Marine–not a marina, a boatyard, but with a long face dock.  (Non-boaters, a face dock has only water beside it, no pilings to break it up into sections (slips), so no need to worry about how wide the boat is. ) We moseyed in, it looked good, and we spent the night.  Called the next morning to offer to pay, and were told it wasn’t necessary.  That is one set of nice folks we encountered.
Tied up in front of  the sailboat DESIDERATA (a family favorite)
at Ross Marine, 5 miles west of Charleston, SC.

  Another is the young couple driving a runabout out of the Ashapoo-Cooksaw Cutoff–a skinny channel connecting two Rivers with great names!  On our VHF radio, we could hear the two big boats ahead of us decide that the water was too shallow for them, and make other arrangements.  I flagged down the runabout and asked how much water was in the cutoff.  “How much do you need?” was the reply.  When I said 3 feet, the couple in the boat—BLING THANG—very nicely led us through, weaving from side to side to find the deeper water.


2 hours each way from Sumter.  Thanks, Paula!

It was easy to get into Charleston Meretime Center early in the day, and I walked to Harris-Teeter for some fresh foods.  That afternoon, my high school buddy, Paula Howell, drove over from Sumter, SC with her friend Patsy.  Had a lovely dinner at Blossom before sending them home with big big hugs.


On Monday we motored to Butler Island, where Liz and Steve aboard SHINGEBISS  rafted to the side of YOUNG AMERICA so we could have dinner together.  They are friends from the

Loop in 2009 who became our Minneapolis/St.Paul mentors when we went up the Mississippi.   They now have rented out their St. Paul home, and are full time cruisers.  What a treat to spend an evening together.  And Liz taught me how to use my iPad to gather navigating information while cruising!  Kicking and screaming I’m being dragged into the 21st Century!

Steve and Liz relax aboard the ‘new’ SHINGEBISS



So onward, and upward.  We shall mosey along, and be in touch once again.  I’ve now learned to put photos on Facebook–it is actually easier than the blog, but we’ve made this blog a photo journal of our Travels, and so will continue to muddle along with it.  Maybe one day I’ll figure out how to reunite the photos that got separated from text when Google revamped blogspot.  If anyone has a clue, I’d love to hear about it!


Be well, remember to breathe and we’ll talk again!



Winter in St. Petersburg, FL

Well, Hi! Hey! and Hello
there! (as Big Jon and Sparkie said way back when I was a youth!
   I found them on the Internet, of course, and  even got to listen to the marginally famous Big Jon and Sparkie
Birthday Song!   If you don’t know it,
feel free to phone.  I’ll be happy to
sing it for you!

As planned, we’ve stayed in
St. Pete since the holidays.  And
fabulous holidays they were!  All three
Mangelsdorfs, that is, Linda,  Geoff—with
Amy and Pete, and Alan—with Holly, Paul, Laurel and Hazel; and a Carhart—Jen,
with Chris, Matt, Casey and Becca  joined us in person.  The rest of our blended family,  Kris, John, Tarryn, Ron,
Devyn, Molly, Keith, JT, Ada, Jimmy and Katie all showed up in photo form on
Christmas Eve.  Splendid!
Photos of the New Yorkers spelled out Merry Christmas!

We were able to go to the
Beach, the Winter’s Tale Clearwater Aquarium, the Nutcracker (performed by the
Moscow Ballet at the Mahaffey Theater), and to the beautiful Dali Museum—where a very strange and
interesting Picasso/Dali exhibit was presented; as well as hang out over pizza
at the pool, take a short ride on YOUNG AMERICA

and generally relax and enjoy each
other’s company.  The time flew by, and we treasure the happy memories!

When things settled down a
bit, Fred and I began to put together the 2014 Winter Work List!  It turned out to have 50 some items on
it—many of which will remain well into 2015, and maybe beyond! Quite a few
items have been checked off, though, I am happy to report.


We LOVE our location.  Here is a picture of a picture of part of the St. Pete Municipal Marina. Tampa Bay stretches out at the top of the photo with daily glorious sunrises. Boats in the center belong to members of the St.Pete Yacht Club–the pink building with one long dock and 3 ‘arms’.  Our slip is to the left of the YC at the end of the third ‘arm’ of the Marina Dock.  The City is one block away!
Every day at sunset, a cannon is fired at the YC, the flag is lowered and folded, followed by the singing of Taps.  ACappella.  A beautiful big baritone voice rolling over the water.  Amazing.

We did our 3rd annual stint
at the St. Pete Indy Car races, and sold a fair amount of liquid refreshment  (beer and water) to
the race-goers.





Co-Pilot Fred watching Hugh land at Opalaca Airport, Miami

A super treat in Feb. was a flight to Miami with Hugh and Sharissa Hazeltine (BLUE SKIES) in their Beachcraft Bonanza!  Left  St. Pete at 7:30 am, returned at 7 pm., and had a great day at the Boat Show!


Note: Next year the Miami Boat Show will be in the Miami Marine Stadium where we anchored in 2009.  It was a MESS, and I commented that people were working on rehab.  Apparently they’ve succeeded!





Also in February, I spent a long weekend in
Illinois with my brother, Gene, his daughter Sandi and daughter-in-law
Mary.  Sadly, in the two years since his
wife died, Gene has not transitioned well, and in March Sandi helped him relocate
to the memory care section of HarborChase of Plainfield, IL  (10 minutes from Sandi’s home) where he now
lives.  A tough transition, and very challenging for all…..

Fred and I have discovered
our new favorite airline, Allegient Air. 
In April, we were delighted to find a 2-1/2 hour direct flight from the
small airport in Clearwater to Stewart Airport in Newburgh, NY—10 minutes from our
condo!  Yee-hah!

In the three weeks of our NY visit, besides spending Easter Sunday with ‘our kids, my side’ at Ada and Jimmy’s home in Chester, NY,
Us with 4 daughters, 2 s-i-ls, 5/7 of the grandkids and the Easter Bunny

 we visited with family and with friends, we lunched in Boston, spent a weekend in CT at a Power Squadron get
together, and drove to Swarthmore, PA for the funeral of one of the Dozen
Cousins—Paul Mangelsdorf, who died at the age of 92.  It was Fred’s first return to the campus
where he and his Cousin Clark were the only members of the 1953 Class of the School of Civil
Engineering. 

Visible Fred.  Invisible Screen

Once back in St. Pete, we’ve
been catching up on overdue maintenance and repair.  A major home improvement was the addition of
screen doors!  Can’t wait to get to Georgia where those big black flies fly!  Nah Nah! The
screens have two important features: one, they are so fine as to be nearly invisible, and two, when a person walks into them, 
(and we both have), the screen gives way, and self corrects!  Perfect!


Another is the addition of a (removable) Yoga Swing on the back deck.  Melanie, a Yoga teacher, came to show us how to use it, and Plan A is that we will both become strong and fit—with core muscles that really work! Hmmmm.

We’ve given up the duct taped seat cushion in the salon, and re-covered all the seats.  The new fabric is soft and the design is more comfortable and supportive, so we are very happy with that.  Instead of green throughout, we’ve now bi-colored—blue above and beige below.  




All is not new…Once again, the floors have
been coated with protectant.
  They look
much better, and next time will most likely have to just be replaced.
  Lots of fading and honest wear—call that ‘dents and dings’
but they do look much better, and work just fine.



The directors chairs that Fred rebuilt and has sat upon to drive the boat for 20 some years got yet another new coat of paint. In the photo, the arms are swinging from a tree branch while the legs are sprayed on a small tarp.  One chair at a time.

This week we moved the boat
from the Municipal Marina to Gandy Blvd.—about 95 blocks north, to the yard where
Endeavor Catamarans are built and sold.  Russ, the Davit
guy, found a space for us here while he installs a new lift system for Chucky (the bright blue dinghy) on the
swim platform.  More on that as it
develops. 

The plan, such as it is,
involves finishing the davits and other yard work—for instance, we were hauled onTuesday to discover why our max speed coming here was only 4.8 kn.  It seems that sitting still in warm (currently 80+ degrees) salt
water has made our waterline, props and skegs a haven for tiny barnacles.  The barnacles been scraped away, and hopefully we’ll be under way before they attack again.  In summer Gulf boaters hire divers very frequently to clean the bottom, we have learned.     Time to move on!

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Update will follow as the
events transpire!  Trust all is well with
you, and that you look forward to a sunny summer, wherever you are!   Do remember to breathe!

Winter in St. Petersburg, FL

Well, Hi! Hey! and Hello
there! (as Big Jon and Sparkie said way back when I was a youth!
   I found them on the Internet, of course, and  even got to listen to the marginally famous Big Jon and Sparkie
Birthday Song!   If you don’t know it,
feel free to phone.  I’ll be happy to
sing it for you!

As planned, we’ve stayed in
St. Pete since the holidays.  And
fabulous holidays they were!  All three
Mangelsdorfs, that is, Linda,  Geoff—with
Amy and Pete, and Alan—with Holly, Paul, Laurel and Hazel; and a Carhart—Jen,
with Chris, Matt, Casey and Becca  joined us in person.  The rest of our blended family,  Kris, John, Tarryn, Ron,
Devyn, Molly, Keith, JT, Ada, Jimmy and Katie all showed up in photo form on
Christmas Eve.  Splendid!
Photos of the New Yorkers spelled out Merry Christmas!

We were able to go to the
Beach, the Winter’s Tale Clearwater Aquarium, the Nutcracker (performed by the
Moscow Ballet at the Mahaffey Theater), and to the beautiful Dali Museum—where a very strange and
interesting Picasso/Dali exhibit was presented; as well as hang out over pizza
at the pool, take a short ride on YOUNG AMERICA

and generally relax and enjoy each
other’s company.  The time flew by, and we treasure the happy memories!

When things settled down a
bit, Fred and I began to put together the 2014 Winter Work List!  It turned out to have 50 some items on
it—many of which will remain well into 2015, and maybe beyond! Quite a few
items have been checked off, though, I am happy to report.


We LOVE our location.  Here is a picture of a picture of part of the St. Pete Municipal Marina. Tampa Bay stretches out at the top of the photo with daily glorious sunrises. Boats in the center belong to members of the St.Pete Yacht Club–the pink building with one long dock and 3 ‘arms’.  Our slip is to the left of the YC at the end of the third ‘arm’ of the Marina Dock.  The City is one block away!
Every day at sunset, a cannon is fired at the YC, the flag is lowered and folded, followed by the singing of Taps.  ACappella.  A beautiful big baritone voice rolling over the water.  Amazing.

We did our 3rd annual stint
at the St. Pete Indy Car races, and sold a fair amount of liquid refreshment  (beer and water) to
the race-goers.





Co-Pilot Fred watching Hugh land at Opalaca Airport, Miami

A super treat in Feb. was a flight to Miami with Hugh and Sharissa Hazeltine (BLUE SKIES) in their Beachcraft Bonanza!  Left  St. Pete at 7:30 am, returned at 7 pm., and had a great day at the Boat Show!


Note: Next year the Miami Boat Show will be in the Miami Marine Stadium where we anchored in 2009.  It was a MESS, and I commented that people were working on rehab.  Apparently they’ve succeeded!





Also in February, I spent a long weekend in
Illinois with my brother, Gene, his daughter Sandi and daughter-in-law
Mary.  Sadly, in the two years since his
wife died, Gene has not transitioned well, and in March Sandi helped him relocate
to the memory care section of HarborChase of Plainfield, IL  (10 minutes from Sandi’s home) where he now
lives.  A tough transition, and very challenging for all…..

Fred and I have discovered
our new favorite airline, Allegient Air. 
In April, we were delighted to find a 2-1/2 hour direct flight from the
small airport in Clearwater to Stewart Airport in Newburgh, NY—10 minutes from our
condo!  Yee-hah!

In the three weeks of our NY visit, besides spending Easter Sunday with ‘our kids, my side’ at Ada and Jimmy’s home in Chester, NY,
Us with 4 daughters, 2 s-i-ls, 5/7 of the grandkids and the Easter Bunny

 we visited with family and with friends, we lunched in Boston, spent a weekend in CT at a Power Squadron get
together, and drove to Swarthmore, PA for the funeral of one of the Dozen
Cousins—Paul Mangelsdorf, who died at the age of 92.  It was Fred’s first return to the campus
where he and his Cousin Clark were the only members of the 1953 Class of the School of Civil
Engineering. 

Visible Fred.  Invisible Screen

Once back in St. Pete, we’ve
been catching up on overdue maintenance and repair.  A major home improvement was the addition of
screen doors!  Can’t wait to get to Georgia where those big black flies fly!  Nah Nah! The
screens have two important features: one, they are so fine as to be nearly invisible, and two, when a person walks into them, 
(and we both have), the screen gives way, and self corrects!  Perfect!


Another is the addition of a (removable) Yoga Swing on the back deck.  Melanie, a Yoga teacher, came to show us how to use it, and Plan A is that we will both become strong and fit—with core muscles that really work! Hmmmm.

We’ve given up the duct taped seat cushion in the salon, and re-covered all the seats.  The new fabric is soft and the design is more comfortable and supportive, so we are very happy with that.  Instead of green throughout, we’ve now bi-colored—blue above and beige below.  




All is not new…Once again, the floors have
been coated with protectant.
  They look
much better, and next time will most likely have to just be replaced.
  Lots of fading and honest wear—call that ‘dents and dings’
but they do look much better, and work just fine.



The directors chairs that Fred rebuilt and has sat upon to drive the boat for 20 some years got yet another new coat of paint. In the photo, the arms are swinging from a tree branch while the legs are sprayed on a small tarp.  One chair at a time.

This week we moved the boat
from the Municipal Marina to Gandy Blvd.—about 95 blocks north, to the yard where
Endeavor Catamarans are built and sold.  Russ, the Davit
guy, found a space for us here while he installs a new lift system for Chucky (the bright blue dinghy) on the
swim platform.  More on that as it
develops. 

The plan, such as it is,
involves finishing the davits and other yard work—for instance, we were hauled onTuesday to discover why our max speed coming here was only 4.8 kn.  It seems that sitting still in warm (currently 80+ degrees) salt
water has made our waterline, props and skegs a haven for tiny barnacles.  The barnacles been scraped away, and hopefully we’ll be under way before they attack again.  In summer Gulf boaters hire divers very frequently to clean the bottom, we have learned.     Time to move on!

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Update will follow as the
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End of the year 2014

December 20, 2014

Unbelievable.  Only 11 days of 2014 remain.  My brother, a statistician, explains the
fleeting years by saying that each year represents a fraction of the total
number of years lived.  Hence to a 2 year
old, one year is ½ of life, and therefore a very long time.  By the time the fraction is 1/74th
it’s a very short hop to go from January to January.  Thanks, Gene.

The last portion of this year
has flown by for us.  We did leave YOUNG
AMERICA in Mobile, at Turner Marine.  I
had a great visit in Albuquerque
Maureen and Freddie and Albuquerque’s hot air balloons

with nurse friends Maureen and Freddie, and
then flew back to Newburgh, where Fred was spending time with daughter Linda as
she recouped from her knee replacement. 
Happily, she is doing very well!

It seems there is always
something happening—this time we stayed an extra week to attend the
Congregational meeting at the UUCRT, and add to the number needed for a
quorum.  Quorum was met, and the vote was
overwhelmingly positive to call the Rev. Chris Antal to become a settled ½ time
minister.  Very exciting!

We also had a
pre-Thanksgiving dinner with the families of our kids.  Kids. 
Hah. The oldest, Geoff, who is in Germany, has turned 50.  The other 6, who (all but the daughter in VA)
showed up that day, are 42 and up.  They
are, and shall remain, our kids.  We had
a great time and laughed a lot!  But why didn’t I take any pictures?????

The next morning we hopped in
the car and headed south.  We arrived at
Turner’s on Wednesday, just in time for the annual turkey dinner.  Fabulous. 
And then the stay in Mobile got extended as well.  We’d planned on having the generator’s fuel
pump replaced—it was on order while we were away. 
Brett checking the shaft seals

When Brett came (after Wednesday’s dinner) to
install it, the conversation turned to the carbon on the engine room floor; a
product of misaligned shaft seals.  The
following Monday the parts were ordered, and on Friday the boat was hauled, so
the new shaft seals could be put in place. 

Returning to the sea
Three days after that, we
were back in the water, heading east

across the Florida
panhandle.   On the morning of the second
day we passed a 42’ Jefferson that appeared to be hard aground.  It was 10 a.m. and the tide wouldn’t turn
until 4:00 to lift them off, so Fred maneuvered our boat while I tossed them a
100’ light line attached to a 100’ really heavy line.  With the heavy line cleated to their bow and
attached to the towing ring on our stern, we were able to drive away, and they
(Craig and Kathy aboard NORTHERN STAR) came bopping along behind us.  Lines were retrieved without incident,
thankfully, and we all motored on to the new (to us) free dock at Ft. Walton
Beach.
Kathy brought one of her quilts aboard to show us. Beautiful!

Next stop was Panama City and
then, one of our favorite stops, Appalachicola. 
What a hoot to chat with a couple on the dock, and after a minute say “Wait
a minute, aren’t you Peter and Pam?” 
They were—we met them two years ago when they were moving from MA and
building a home in Appalachicola.  We
chuckled as Pam had just noted to Peter that she liked “that boat, but not as
much as the other one like it” they had seen before.   

Saturday, Dec. 13, we left
Appalachicola at noon, motored east to the East Pass, and headed across the
Gulf.  At midnite we saw a huge orange
moon rising off our port bow, and for the rest of the night (and for the first
time ever) we could see 360 degrees of horizon! 
Moon over the Gulf.  The red is our running light reflected on the rail.

It was a beautiful night, the wind was light and the water calm.  At 1:30 Sunday afternoon we tied up at the
Gulfport Marina on the west side of St. Petersburg.

Next morning it was an easy
run around the peninsula into Tampa Bay, and lo and behold, our friends at the
Municipal Marina were able to find an empty slip for us.   We tied up the boat, called Enterprise and
headed back to Mobile to pick up our car. 
Man, it is a LONG way to Mobile. 
And just as far back! So from the 15-17 of Dec. we were on the road
again.

 Now, at last, we are settled in on the East
Dock at SPMM, and busily decorating—tonight Fred built a light tree using the
VHF antennas.  What a hoot! 

 I
counted this afternoon and it is 311 steps –less than a city block—from the door of the Marina to the door of the Hampton
Inn where, beginning Monday, four of the aforementioned ‘kids’—this time including
Geoff and family from Germany, and Jen and family from VA—will stay as they
join us for the Holidays.

So we are very much looking forward
to a happy Holiday Season.  That is our
wish for you, as well.  May your days be
merry and bright, and may all your good dreams come true!

We expect to remain in St. Pete
until May, so this will be the last epistle for this year and half of
next.   Happy New Year!!!

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End of the year 2014

December 20, 2014

Unbelievable.  Only 11 days of 2014 remain.  My brother, a statistician, explains the
fleeting years by saying that each year represents a fraction of the total
number of years lived.  Hence to a 2 year
old, one year is ½ of life, and therefore a very long time.  By the time the fraction is 1/74th
it’s a very short hop to go from January to January.  Thanks, Gene.

The last portion of this year
has flown by for us.  We did leave YOUNG
AMERICA in Mobile, at Turner Marine.  I
had a great visit in Albuquerque
Maureen and Freddie and Albuquerque’s hot air balloons

with nurse friends Maureen and Freddie, and
then flew back to Newburgh, where Fred was spending time with daughter Linda as
she recouped from her knee replacement. 
Happily, she is doing very well!

It seems there is always
something happening—this time we stayed an extra week to attend the
Congregational meeting at the UUCRT, and add to the number needed for a
quorum.  Quorum was met, and the vote was
overwhelmingly positive to call the Rev. Chris Antal to become a settled ½ time
minister.  Very exciting!

We also had a
pre-Thanksgiving dinner with the families of our kids.  Kids. 
Hah. The oldest, Geoff, who is in Germany, has turned 50.  The other 6, who (all but the daughter in VA)
showed up that day, are 42 and up.  They
are, and shall remain, our kids.  We had
a great time and laughed a lot!  But why didn’t I take any pictures?????

The next morning we hopped in
the car and headed south.  We arrived at
Turner’s on Wednesday, just in time for the annual turkey dinner.  Fabulous. 
And then the stay in Mobile got extended as well.  We’d planned on having the generator’s fuel
pump replaced—it was on order while we were away. 
Brett checking the shaft seals

When Brett came (after Wednesday’s dinner) to
install it, the conversation turned to the carbon on the engine room floor; a
product of misaligned shaft seals.  The
following Monday the parts were ordered, and on Friday the boat was hauled, so
the new shaft seals could be put in place. 

Returning to the sea
Three days after that, we
were back in the water, heading east

across the Florida
panhandle.   On the morning of the second
day we passed a 42’ Jefferson that appeared to be hard aground.  It was 10 a.m. and the tide wouldn’t turn
until 4:00 to lift them off, so Fred maneuvered our boat while I tossed them a
100’ light line attached to a 100’ really heavy line.  With the heavy line cleated to their bow and
attached to the towing ring on our stern, we were able to drive away, and they
(Craig and Kathy aboard NORTHERN STAR) came bopping along behind us.  Lines were retrieved without incident,
thankfully, and we all motored on to the new (to us) free dock at Ft. Walton
Beach.
Kathy brought one of her quilts aboard to show us. Beautiful!

Next stop was Panama City and
then, one of our favorite stops, Appalachicola. 
What a hoot to chat with a couple on the dock, and after a minute say “Wait
a minute, aren’t you Peter and Pam?” 
They were—we met them two years ago when they were moving from MA and
building a home in Appalachicola.  We
chuckled as Pam had just noted to Peter that she liked “that boat, but not as
much as the other one like it” they had seen before.   

Saturday, Dec. 13, we left
Appalachicola at noon, motored east to the East Pass, and headed across the
Gulf.  At midnite we saw a huge orange
moon rising off our port bow, and for the rest of the night (and for the first
time ever) we could see 360 degrees of horizon! 
Moon over the Gulf.  The red is our running light reflected on the rail.

It was a beautiful night, the wind was light and the water calm.  At 1:30 Sunday afternoon we tied up at the
Gulfport Marina on the west side of St. Petersburg.

Next morning it was an easy
run around the peninsula into Tampa Bay, and lo and behold, our friends at the
Municipal Marina were able to find an empty slip for us.   We tied up the boat, called Enterprise and
headed back to Mobile to pick up our car. 
Man, it is a LONG way to Mobile. 
And just as far back! So from the 15-17 of Dec. we were on the road
again.

 Now, at last, we are settled in on the East
Dock at SPMM, and busily decorating—tonight Fred built a light tree using the
VHF antennas.  What a hoot! 

 I
counted this afternoon and it is 311 steps –less than a city block—from the door of the Marina to the door of the Hampton
Inn where, beginning Monday, four of the aforementioned ‘kids’—this time including
Geoff and family from Germany, and Jen and family from VA—will stay as they
join us for the Holidays.

So we are very much looking forward
to a happy Holiday Season.  That is our
wish for you, as well.  May your days be
merry and bright, and may all your good dreams come true!

We expect to remain in St. Pete
until May, so this will be the last epistle for this year and half of
next.   Happy New Year!!!

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